Welcome to my Friday bonus feature called Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special**!! Today, in lieu of one of my own recipes, I’m going to introduce you to a new author who will share one of her favorite recipes. Not only will you and I occasionally learn how to make something new and delicious, but we’ll get a chance to check out some wonderful authors. Introducing author, MICHEL PRINCE, and her favorite recipe for CLAM CHOWDER!
MASK OF FIRE
A Red Hot Treats Story
By MICHEL PRINCE
Barton Nuril has attended the Harvester’s Gala for more years than most. He’d given up the dream that a woman would want him for more than copulation until a dark haired beauty he dubs Fire fights to get him in bed. Even as those from his province plot to take down the establishment and all its traditions, Barton for once, is discovering love may exist.
Abigail Stone knew the Rules chapter and verse. Even as others perverted their purpose, Abby stayed true and attended the Harvester’s Gala to find her soul mate. Just as she feels she’s found him the fates step in between omens and a battle no one could have foretold Abby is sure her choice is doomed. Will she see beyond her traditions and still stay within the rules to find love?
Can love ignite when one believes it no longer exists and the other fears the fates have doomed the union?
MASK OF FIRE
A Red Hot Treats Story
By MICHEL PRINCE
Editor’s Note: To maintain this site’s PG-13 rating, some language has been edited.
Barton scrubbed his fingernails with a brush to get out any dirt missed by the clerics during his last cleansing. He needed to keep his focus on Fire at this moment. It’s not like he could strap on a dozen weapons and take out this rebellion singlehanded. Besides, Fire’s blue eyes looked as if they were going to burst with tears but a minute ago. Once he agreed to help, she calmed. She needed him in this moment, and he would be there for her; not because it was his duty, but because she actually needed him.
“Did you get images?” Fire asked the cleric as she ran water in the basin.
“You didn’t tell us to.”
“Right and you don’t have protocols for trauma care.”
“Take them now. You have mobile imagers correct?”
The cleric rushed from the room , and Fire began scrubbing up to her elbows.
“Hopefully he hasn’t hit anything big. My surgical rotation wasn’t my favorite.”
With the patient sedated Fire looked to the images on the screen. Barton watched as she sized up the damage and the best way to extract the foreign object. In the field he would have given the man a strap of leather to bite and yank, but then again they tended to have evac vehicles in bound within minutes of any injury. For the first time in a decade he missed his stupid communicator and the shit talk from the guys.
Above them the ceiling trembled from the movement in the foyer , and a third explosion let them know they were fully trapped. Even the line to the Central City of Remaldy had been destroyed.
“Someone will come for us won’t they? The armies?” Fire asked as she began to extract the shard. Her blue eyes pleaded with him to tell her she’d be safe.
“At some point. The ones that aren’t here are in space monitoring for off planet attacks.”
“What of the ones here? Couldn’t they—”
“The male soldiers are all in loin cloths, the female ones…”
“Right.” Fire returned to her analysis.
Time, place, and opportunity. Barton had questioned everything in his life. Inside he felt the drive to war and f*(k, but he was duty bound and suppressed the urges. Now with Fire his control was waning.
Fear crept across Fire’s face , and he wanted to pull her into his arms and cradle her. Strange to feel that way when women no longer wanted that from a man. Protection came from within, wasn’t that what a woman had once told him? He believed she must have been a soldier the way she acted. Strong, confident… Not like Fire. Fire had a spark to her that told of the danger that could befall him if he dared to love her. It told of the way her touch could scorch him if she held on too tightly. Yet, he wanted the burn, the brand that could only come from a woman who loved him.
But was he too late? Had her mark already been made?
She looked at him as sweat beaded on her forehead. The skin between her eyes knitting together reminded him of his own frustrations.
“Clamp,” she called, and Barton came out of his head in time to pass her the instrument.
The glass had been removed and now she was cutting off blood flow from a squirting vein. Her fingers glided inside the man’s stomach, but her eyes were locked on his. There was a disconnect he hadn’t felt from her before, and he knew although her eyes were locked on him, she might as well be blind. She was using her hands for sight.
“Barton, I need you.” No sweeter words had ever been said from such full lips. “Where my finger is I need you clamp then hold the vein so I can resect it and create a graft.”
Barton shook himself from his perverted thoughts and focused on the job at hand. Saving a life. Here he was with a belly open in front of him and blood gushing, and all he could think about was Fire and the feel of her skin. He followed her hand and clamped the second bleeder off.
“This is it,” she said. “I need your full focus.”
“You’ve got it.”
“I… I…” She began to stutter. He realized she did that right before she took a chance. Like she wasn’t as sure of herself once her decision was made.
“Fire, I’m here for you.”
She seemed to calm at his words until she swiftly reached for a scissor-like tool and quickly snipped at the side of his face. A loud buzz came from his mask as it floated, then fell on the side of the patient. The cleric nurses gasped, but Fire took it in stride.
Michel Prince is an author who graduated with a bachelor degree in History and Political Science. Michel writes new adult and adult paranormal romance as well as contemporary romance.
With characters yelling “It’s my turn damn it!!!” She tries to explain to them that alas, she can only type a hundred and twenty words a minute and they will have wait their turn. She knows eventually they find their way out of her head and to her fingertips and she looks forward to sharing them with you.
When Michel can suppress the voices in her head she can be found at a scouting event or cheering for her son in a variety of sports. She would like to thank her family for always being in her corner and especially her husband for supporting her every dream and never letting her give up.
Michel has been awarded Elite Status with Rebel Ink Press in 2013, the service award for her local RWA chapter Midwest Fiction Writers and is a Pro member of RWA. She lives in the Twin Cities with her husband, son, cat and new puppy.
Links to Michel’s website, blog, books, etc.
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4- 6 ½ ounce cans of MINCED clams
6 to 8 medium potatoes
4 large carrots
½ bunch of fresh parsley
2 to 3 cups of half and half
½ cup butter
1 medium onion
- Melt butter in a large pot.
- Dice onions and sauté.
- Drain juice from clams into butter and onions.
- Dice carrots and add to the pot and let simmer.
- Peel and cut up potatoes into a ¼ inch pieces add to pot.
- Finely cut parsley and add to pot. (I use the magic bullet to make it really fine)
- Add ½ and ½ until veggies are covered.
- When potatoes and carrots are soft rinse clams and cook for 5 minutes.
- Add pepper to taste.
Michel is giving away two prizes: One reader will receive a signed paperback copy of THE GUARDIAN’S HEART and a second reader will win a Mask Necklace. Comment on her Killer Fixin’s blog for a chance to win one of these great prizes, and don’t miss this chance to read this great story. Thanks, Michel, for sharing your stories and recipe with us!